Humbling Pride

What need have we of arches? What need have we of domes? What need have we of Churches? What need have we of Romes? Let's look beyond our crippling cultures To perceive all that is truly real. Haughty temples,homes to cold sculptures, Grind and crush what the spirit does feel. Look upon one flower to see nature's beauty rare, There is nought of human making with it can compare. Our frozen works of art,beautiful as they seem, Are more hubristic nightmare than any pleasant dream. As we cower in our caves of shadows dim, Above us ,arches our bright blue all embracing dome. We skulk in our world ,so shrunken and so grim, Eyes too weak to gaze upon the light of our true home. Look at all the beauty the revolving seasons bring, No pride infects their humble ,yet glorious display. 'Tis of life's joy and sorrow that they serenely sing While they present their passing show on their brief day. No need have we of arches, No need have we of domes, No need have we of Churches, No need have we of Romes!